Tuessssday. I don’t care what anybody says about Monday; Tuesday is no doubt the worst day of the week. I’m already tired from Monday, but I can’t see the light of Friday shining through. Tuesdays are ugly and horrible and exhausting.
I’m tired. Can you tell?
I actually don’t hate Tuesdays that much. I just like whining.
I have good reason to be tired, though. I don’t get home until about 8:30pm on Tuesdays.. Um, what?! 8:30pm?! Who decided on that craziness?! Whoever makes up these psycho school schedules needs to be informed that I’m a grandma and I like being in bed by that time. Yuck.
Well, on that positive note…
My morning actually started out quite delightfully. You see, the trade-off of not getting home until 8:30pm is that I get to sleep in a little bit! I was up by 7:00am, caught up on email and blogs, and worked on a presentation for my nutrition class (about the correlation between teenaged girls, soda consumption, and bone fractures). I was at the gym by 8:15 and pumped out 60 minutes on the elliptical.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but working out before 10am always feels harder. It’s not even that I’m tired! I just feel as though I’m out of breath more easily.
It’s probably just my body getting mad at me for making it work out so early. I don’t blame it. I’d be pissed too.
After my ellipticallizing (that’s a word now, don’t question it), I came home, showered, packed lunch/dinner, and finally inhaled my 600th yogurt bowl of the month. I’m addicted you guys. I literally cannot stop.
Look at those little pomegranate gems! And those juicy blueberries! And that creamy yogurt! Ahhh!
I just want to burrow into this bowl. Somebody come and find me once summer vacation is here.
Seriously though, we need to talk about something I’ve been kind of grappling with lately. Tupperware. Why doesn’t Tupperware fit in a backpack?! I can never ever fit my lunch into my backpack without turning the container on its side. Which is kind of scary, because important things reside in my backpack, and I really don’t want chicken juice all over them, you know?
Anyway. My lunch consisted of a banana, 29 almonds, a light string cheese, carrots + snap peas, and 2 salads.
One of the salads was plain ol’ romaine w/ shredded salsa chicken (chicken cooked in the Crockpot with a jar of salsa + tacoish seasonings).
The other salad was practically the same, except with 1/4 Cup Trader Joe’s Lite Mexican Blend Cheese + 2 Trader Joe’s Taco Shells for crumbling on top.
I’m trying to use up that chicken I made, hence the two identical salads!
The banana + 10 almonds were consumed on my walk to campus, at about 11:40am.
My Exercise Biology class, from 12:10pm – 2pm, went by surprisingly fast. This was due in part to some delicious snacking on my veggies, my string cheese, and the remainder of my almonds.
After that class, I walked to the library to print some stuff out and read a textbook in the library.
Isn’t that just the saddest little phrase you ever did hear? ”…read a textbook in the library.” Just, gross.
At 3:00, I jaunted over to my nutrition class. Although, I think lumbered would probably be a more accurate verb, considering my exhaustion and my 500 pound backpack. Eh, semantics.
I turned in a paper, gave my presentation, and hightailed it out of there at 4:30pm. I WAS SO HUNGRY.
I got set up in the MU (Memorial Union) and ate my salads, practically one after another.
Aaaand I watched The Biggest Loser instead of studying. Whoops.
I love that show. I want to go live on The Biggest Loser Ranch and work out all day and do fun challenges.
Okay, fast forward to my Human Development class… Another two hours of lecture about the elderly, and I was finally released! I hopped on the bus, walked back up to my apartment, ate an apple + 1 tbsp of almond butter, and started writing this blog post. And now I’m done writing this blog post. And now I just shoved a piece of my fave 50-calorie flaxseed bread + 1 TBSP Tomato Basil Hummus into my face, because I realized I ate wayyy too few calories and I don’t want to wake up at 2am starving. And that was my fabulous day.
Can I go to sleep yet?